Unfinished Chatzy: Mud
Tagging: Brittany Pierce and Sam Evans
Date: June 19th, Friday
Desc: Britt and Sam mud wrestle.
Brittany
Breakfast, morning exercise, lunch. Nothing too special, similar fare to the day before. Oh yes, and the marshmallows. Brittany had pulled out the nice digital camera to take pictures and video of Sam with enormous, puffed marshmallow cheeks trying to say a comprehensible version of the phrase 'chubby bunny'. Basically, the boy had eaten at least twelve jumbo marshmallows in the past day on top of the malt balls experiment, and now it was time for some real excitement in the active and burning calories kind of way.
A leash in hand, Brittany stepped up to Sam and clipped it to his collar. “We're going for a walk,” she stated without preamble or explanation. The preparations were properly complete, according to the servant slaves assigned to one special project, and there was no point in waiting any longer for this exercise in dirty. A brisk walk followed: out of the mansion, meandering past the beach and the outskirts of forest. Brittany was intent on a location that actually wasn't too far from the mansion, but there was no harm in an extra walk for a good boy.
Eventually, the semi-not-very-secluded spot came into view. It was a little ways off from the firepit, in a clear area that had enough space for the inflatable square ring that was presumably filled with plenty of fun, wet mud. An anticipatory smile curled at Brittany's lips as their footsteps carried them close to the destination.
Sam
Sam wasn't positive he'd ever get used to someone approaching him with a leash to put on. He was just glad that so far, it hadn't needed to go along with him put on all fours and made to crawl out of the room. His feet were starting to get used to the roughness, to walking everywhere without any protection, though this would be only the second time he'd wander outside. He found himself checking where he was walking a lot more often than he would otherwise, but mostly kept up with the walk, lifting up his head here and there to enjoy the scenery. It really was a beautiful island, and if he had ever been invited to come here, freely, and with a more vacation-style end date to it, he would have been thrilled. As it was, he was still admiring it, even if part of him tried to remind himself it was basically a floating prison. Cloud City.
He thought for a moment they were winding back toward where they came when the came upon an oddly placed inflated square area, wondering what it was used for and how long it had been out there when they approached and his eyes widened when he saw the contents. "Is that... what I'm thinking it is?" He didn't know whether to laugh or be intimidated, but mostly, a country boy who had used to love to play outdoors and in the dirt, had always wondered what it would feel like to play in this much mud without getting into trouble. In this case, it might even be ordered upon him. "Wow..."
Brittany
Brittany played with her flip-flops as they approached, because that's what they did, flip and flop against the ground and feet, especially when toes wiggled them about. Without pause, she kicked them off so that they bounced off the side of the temporary, inflatable place of mud-filled fun. She stepped in very close to Sam and slid a hand up the leash to carefully unhook it. "This is only going to get in the way, like an excited puppy all tangled up in its line. And that's exactly what you think it is. Bouncy, muddy, dirty fun."
Brittany set the leash down, peeled off her shirt--under which she was most certainly not wearing anything--and flung it on top of her shoes. Instead of heading towards one of the 'normal' entry points to the ring, she hopped up to it and flipped straight over the fat, air-filled side. A sort of squishy, squelchy noise sounded as she plopped into the sludge inside the ring, very wet and cool against her exposed skin. "Come on in, SMD Sam! The mud is just fine!"
Sam
He lifted up his chin when Brittany went for his leash, happy to have it off of him if they were really doing this. He would have certainly called foul had Brittany tried to use his leash against him while wrestling. "Thank you, Miss," He smiled, not planning in anyway to make her regret taking it off of him, since he was just happy enough she trusted him to wear it.
His eyes lifted from where the leash was dropped up to the Mistress as she took her shirt off in a smooth motion, leaving herself without for for her breasts, which made his eyes widen a little, briefly letting them trail over her body before he cleared his throat and approached the ring. "Do you want me to remove my shorts before I do any of this? Sam stared a moment as she hopped right in and made that squelching noise, letting out a slightly nervous laugh before starting to climb over
Brittany: The floor of the inflatable ring trembled slightly under her prone form after a short time of savoring the contrast between the warm sun on her front and the cool wet stuff on her back. Brittany looked up to see Sam carefully making his way over the side. She sat up and slid out of the way, firmly planting her hands and knees against the shaky surface. As the slave was about to make his moon landing, she vigorously propelled herself forward--albeit with much slipping--to collide her partially muddy self against his body.
Sam: Crawling over the side, Sam's foot squished into the mud, able to feel it go in between his toes in a way you never noticed with water, and even sand it was milder than this intense, wet mess. He was over the wall and getting in when Brittany knocked into him and the slickness of the mud and the fact that he hadn't gotten his barrings meant he toppled over. It maybe wasn't capable of making much of a splash, but it did slop up into the air around him as he yelped, half of his body now completely muddied. "Oy!" He let out a shocked laugh, not even sure how to feel now that all this mud was around him, but he supposed he'd been hand fishing once, and it was like that...but.. also not.
Brittany: A laugh burst from her as the slave worth sixteen million and then some fell over like a tree cut for lumber in a forest somewhere. The momentum meant she sprawled on top of him, arms and legs flailing such that she barely avoided smacking him in the face. After another moment of giggles, she pushed herself up and slapped two very muddy hands against his bare torso. The wet sound was very loud, and little bits of mud displaced by the impact sprayed about. Brittany stared down at Sam and slid her hands around simply to feel that chest and those abs underneath the palms that smeared grey-brown substance everywhere they touched. "Let's wrestle, boy. Anything goes."
Sam: Sam reached up to wipe his face to make sure he didn't have mud near his mouth, but he stopped before he touched his skin when he realized both of his hands were covered in it, having tried to catch himself. He turned his head as mud sprayed when she slapped her hands down on his skin, the sting slightly lessened by the thickness of the mud. He turned his head back down at her and swallowed, his abs tensing under her touch as he sighed before pushing himself up just a little. "Anything goes? You sure? You better hope you know how to deal with slippery," He grinned, grasping her by the waist and attempting to throw her off to the side and roll himself, though he definitely got some mud on his mouth when he twisted his body.
Brittany noted the swallow, the sigh, the abdomen muscles contracting as she shamelessly felt up the slave, a course of action that was soon disrupted. She was expecting a buck of the hips or a roll of some kind, so when the grip at her waist came into play, she surrendered to the momentum. Dislodged from the straddling seat atop Sam, she bounced to the side, straight into a thicker section of mud, but she struggled to grasp at Sam's arms or body and keep on rolling, a goal that was questionably met as she flailed about with seemingly no solid purchase on anything. "How tough slippery is is part of the fun!" she said through the increasingly gritty dirty texture and taste on her tongue.
Sam yelped when Brittany tugged at his arm but ended up laughing as she couldn't get a good grip on him, not with the mud making his arm and her hands so slippery. "I know you have your wits about me though, Mistress, so I'm not about to go and try to declare the winner prematurely." He grinned, doing his best to keep the mud out of his mouth but it was impossible to do entirely. He waded through the mud on all fours, trying not to slip and fall like a newborn colt on his at to her, to try and pounce her while she was down.
Brittany flopped around, kind of like a fish, until her feet found some semblance of purchase on the floor of the inner ring. It was enough to push her toward the crawling Sam until her feet slipped and sent her diving into his arms. She turned her head to try to avoid eating it if she fell completely, legs furiously scrambling to herself push up into Sam instead. A short yell--like a little war cry--left her throat as she wrapped her arms wrapped around his back to try to pull him over to the side.
Sam grunted as her body made contact with his, the action making his knees slip in the mud, losing his balance as she wound around him and he fell into the mud, making to splatter and splash around them as much as mud did. He tried to spit the mud out of his mouth, to keep his head out of the mud further. "Oh god, now I think I know why people do this in Jell-O." He made a face, trying to wrestle her, though the slickness just had his hands skating across her skin and he took him a moment to realize that her arm really wasn't that fleshy, and his hand was on her breast instead. "Oh- shit, sorry?"
Brittany scrunched her eyes shut through fresh waves of splattered mud. Sam's attempts at 'wrestling' were laughable in their ineffectiveness, but so were hers. Maybe she could get a better grip on him if he actually had hair and wasn't smooth as a baby. However, the grasp at her chest was quite nice and so was the surprise and apology that allowed her to slide out from under his temporarily frozen touch and practically mount his back, as she used her weight and leg muscles with the intent of flattening him face first into the mud. "How do you like my chest, SMD Sam?" Brittany angled the gritty, husky words toward Sam's ear.
Sam gasped and tried to keep his head out of the mud when suddenly Brittany's weight was on his back. It wasn't a lot of weight, but he couldn't exactly find stable ground for his knees, so his legs wobbled and slipped and he had to try and brace his arms out in front of him to keep his head from going straight in. He bucked a little like a wild animal, frustrated to be mounted, though he felt his body heat up at her question and suddenly felt with real clarity the feel of them on his back, making his arms almost buckle. "I- they're- very nice, Miss. Like- super nice. I mean it! It's nice!"
Brittany clung to the hopping, jerking Sam like the slave was a bronco or one of those bull-riding things. Not that she'd ever ridden a mechanical bull. But Sam had a really nice back, so even though he probably wasn't nearly as adept at dislodging a hapless rider, holding on as tight as she could with all of her limbs was way more pleasurable. When he paused and his arms trembled faintly, she took the opportunity to loosen her grip just enough to roll her front into his back, to grind her pelvis into his mud-covered hips and ass. "Do you like breasts, Sam?" Her voice was low and husky behind his ear, almost a purr. "Would you like to feel them up properly?"
Sam wasn't sure if he was glad or not when he stopped moving because she took advantage of it and rubbed her body up against his, again making him utterly aware of her breasts, as they were much softer and boneless in comparison to the rest of her. "Uh-" Words. What were they? "Yes, I do. Like breasts. Breasts are excellent." He licked his lips and instantly regretted it when he tasted mud on his tongue gain, but was soon distracted by her almost purred words in his ear. He thought about it, wondering what she would do with his answer while they were still deep in mud and completely messy. "...Yes, Mistress."
Brittany giggled at Sam's awkwardness, even though every time she opened her mouth, it seemed like more less than pleasurable things ended up inside. After the short laugh died out, she slid from his slick back and ambled around to his front, blinking a few rapid times at some crud that had snuck into her eye. She cupped her hands against her breasts, pushed them slightly up and together before she let them drop, and then looked straight at him. "Give me a good struggle, then." Brittany bounced on her knees a couple times, up and down, and leaned forward to press her palms against Sam's arms. The cushy surface carried those bounces onward to a few increasingly smaller ones. "Let's make good use of this ring."
Sam tried to get some stability when Brittany moved off of him and around to be in front of him. He managed to get up on his knees, sitting on them as he looked at her and then down at his arms before his eyes flicked up to hers, a smile coming onto his smile, even if he was nervous. Not only was she a girl, she was also a Mistress, so it was kind of hard to put himself into a mindset where he thought it was remotely okay to be rough with her, at least outside of sex. He could probably manage rough sex without thinking about it like hurting a girl, a "superior." Exhaling as he felt her press against his arms, he hesitated before lunging at her, to knock her down underneath him if he could.
Brittany didn't resist this time and giggled a little--right after the breath was kind of whooshed from her body at landing back on the mat. "Think of it like role play. Fun, sexy role play." She spat up some mud that was in her mouth at him. "Even if it doesn't taste so sexy. So maybe just the fun part. Think of it like fun role play with a hot, mostly naked mistress where you get to sneak in touches on any part of her body, and there's an even more awesome reward at the end." Brittany used her dancer legs underneath to buck her hips up sharply at the slave's weight on top of her.
Sam turned his head away some when she spat up mud. "Oh my god," He let out a laugh. Even as a country boy he couldn't find it entirely sexy to get mud everywhere. Maybe if there was some way to get it everywhere but in his mouth, he'd be fine. But he couldn't and wouldn't deny that being on top of a beautiful and mostly naked woman was sexy, especially the part where he could feel their torsos slip and slide together thanks to the mud. He rocked down with his hips as if to try and keep her pinned after that movement, but the clash of their bodies looked and felt a lot more like they were just two horny teenagers, rutting together while getting closer and closer to going all the way. "This is fun, Miss," He was grinning as he tried to get back up on his knees but slid again and crashed down on top of her. "And you are."
Brittany: Body against body with slick, slippery mud 'lubricant' was...damn hot. Mostly the way their skin rubbed together with less friction and a lot more wet and sloppy. Sam's weight on top of her, even when he slipped and fell, and breath was pushed from her lungs at the impact. Brittany wriggled under him. More contact was only a good thing. One of her legs rose, knee bending, to press her thigh firmly between his legs. Briefly, she wondered what it would be like to do this with somebody who enjoyed pain. That somebody definitely wasn't the somebody above her. A big, open-mouthed laugh shook her chest. No point holding back when she was sure she had already swallowed bits of wet dirt. "Mhm. You too, Sam." Her hips rose up slowly, and she lifted her leg higher, applied more pressure. Again and again, slow and measured. Without warning, she thrust up sharply, this time angled to the side and joined with efforts from her arms and entire body to roll him off to the side.
Sam grinned, flattered but happily not embarrassed. For a minute he forgot he was on an island and that Brittany was a Mistress. And maybe she wouldn't appreciate that if she knew, but he felt like he might be back home, messing around with a pretty country girl who didn't mind getting dirty. He felt her moving her legs and he was fairly sure she didn't want him to mount her here in the mud, which left only one possibility. She was trying to catch him off guard and use her legs to move him. Or maybe not. To be honest, the motion of her hips completely distracted him, and before he could thin about it, he realized he was now hard in the muddy boxers plastered to his body. His breath hitched and he dug his knees into the pit, considering moving away from her, but at the same time, he really didn't mind the feeling. He grunted and yelped in surprise when she pushed at him and he nearly fell over before he pushed his weight the opposite way he felt her pushing and his face almost entirely fell in the mud. He yanked it up and sputtered, eyes closed.
Brittany: The attempt at dislodging Sam was not so successful at it's original intention. A detour wasn't so bad, like the surprise at the presence of a new hardness. 'Surprise' wasn't actually the right word for that part considering how she'd been grinding against him. It was more appropriate for how--despite the fact he avoided being rolled over by her efforts--he went sprawling in the other direction. Brittany took advantage of his distraction to wriggle like a squirming worm out from under him. She stood up and without ceremony sat heavily and upright on his back. "I win," she said, laughter coloring her voice.
Sam wondered, when he found himself grunting and slopping down on his stomach, just closing his mouth and eyes in time to avoid the further splatter of the mud, how exactly Brittany managed to get up on his back and out from... well, I guess beside him. He wanted to rub his eyes but his hands and arms were likely only going to cause more problems so he just squinted them open, even if there was nothing to see but the mud in front of him. "This is not your first mud wrestle, I'm gonna go out on a limb and say."
